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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Monks,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.