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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.