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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.