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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.