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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.