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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.