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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Franke,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.