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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Hashim,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.