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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.