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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.