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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.