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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.