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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.