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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.