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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.