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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Visage,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.