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 El Salvador 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.