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 Brunei and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.