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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.