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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.