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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.