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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.