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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Index,
Skriet,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.