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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.