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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.