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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.