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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.