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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Slave,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.