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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.