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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.