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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.