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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.