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 Turkey 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.