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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.