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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.