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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
CMW,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.