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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.