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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.