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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.