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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.