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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.