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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.