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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Fear,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.