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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.