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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.