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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.