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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.