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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.