Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.