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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.