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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.