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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.