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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.