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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.