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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.