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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.