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 China and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.