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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.