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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.