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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.