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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.