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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.