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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.