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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.