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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.