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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.