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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.