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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.