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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.