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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
AZ,
UT,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.