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 Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Monks,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.