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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.