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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s 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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.