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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
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.