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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.