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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.