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 Finland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.