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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Monks,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.