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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
DNA,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.