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 London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.