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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.