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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.