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 Iran and from Portland.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Make Up,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.