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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Cymande,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.