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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.