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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.