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 Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.