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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.