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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.