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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.