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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.