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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.