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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.