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 Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.