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 China 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.