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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
UT,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.