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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.