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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
the Slits,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.