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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.