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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.