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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.