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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.