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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.