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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.