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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
the Association,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.