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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Swans,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.