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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.