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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.