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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.