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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.