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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.