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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.