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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.