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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.