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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.