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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.