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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.