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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
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.