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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.