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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Martian,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.