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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.