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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.