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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.