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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Smog,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.