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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.