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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
MC5,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.