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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gong 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.