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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Organ,
the Association,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.