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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.