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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Technova,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
The Fall,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.