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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.