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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.