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 Philippines and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.