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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.