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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
UT,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.