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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.