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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Pagans,
John Cale,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.