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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Sound,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.