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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.