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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.