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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.