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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.