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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Index,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.