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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Slave,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.