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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Gong,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.