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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.