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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.