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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
X-102,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.