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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.