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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.