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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.