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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.