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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.