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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Index,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.