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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
the Slits,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Index,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.