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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.