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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Pylon,
June Days,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.