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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
The Index,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.