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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.