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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Wake,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.