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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
UT,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.