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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.