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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Swans,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.