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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.