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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.