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 Malta 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.