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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Remains,
JFA,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.