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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.