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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.