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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.