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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.