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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.