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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Can,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.