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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.