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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.