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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.