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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Neu!,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.