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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.