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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.