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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Cymande,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.