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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Make Up,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.