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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.