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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.