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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Flipper,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.