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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.