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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
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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.