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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.