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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.