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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.