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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.