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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.