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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.