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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.