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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Hoover to the disco 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.