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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Fear,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Shoche,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.