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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.