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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.