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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.