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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.