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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.