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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.