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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.