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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.