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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.