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 Benin 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.