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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.