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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.