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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.