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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.