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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Index,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.