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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.