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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.