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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.