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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.