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 Estonia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.