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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.