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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.