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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.