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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.