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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.