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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.