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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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 Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.