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 Albania and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.