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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.