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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.