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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.