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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.