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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.