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 Nepal and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.