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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.