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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.