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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.