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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Pylon,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.