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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.