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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
UT,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.