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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.