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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.