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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Organ,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.