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 Israel and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.