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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.