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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.