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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Monks,
AZ,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.