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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Doors,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.