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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.