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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.