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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.