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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.