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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Index,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Qualms,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.