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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Technova,
Monolake,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.