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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Erasure,
Visage,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.