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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.