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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.