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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.