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 United States and from Calgary.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mars to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.