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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.