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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.