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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.