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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Scion,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.