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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.