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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.