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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.