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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.