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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.