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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.