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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.