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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.