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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.