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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.