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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
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The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.