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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.