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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.