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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
The Associates,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.