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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
ABC,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.