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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.