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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
New Order,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.