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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.