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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.