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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
PIL,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Magma,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.