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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.