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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.