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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.