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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.