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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.