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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.