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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.