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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.