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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Cure 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.