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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.