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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
UT,
June Days,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.