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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.