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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.