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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.