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 Palau 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.