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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.