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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.