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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.