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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.