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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.