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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.