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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
X-102,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.