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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.