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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.