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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.