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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.