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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
JFA,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.