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 Chile and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.