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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.