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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.