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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Wings,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.