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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
June Days,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
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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.