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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Magma,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.