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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.