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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.