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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.