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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Swans,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Franke,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Wire,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.