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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.