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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Move,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.