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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.