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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
World's Most,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.