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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.