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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
cv313,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.