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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.