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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.