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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Nico,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.