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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.