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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.