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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.