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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.