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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.