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 Guinea and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.