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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.