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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.