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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.