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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.