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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.