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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.