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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
CMW,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.