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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.