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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.