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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.