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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Babytalk,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.