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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Television,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.