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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.