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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.