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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.