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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.