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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.