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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Franke,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.