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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.