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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.