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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.