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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.