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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.