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 Antigua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.