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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.