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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.