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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.