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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Television,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.