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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.