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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.