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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.