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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.