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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.