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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.