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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.