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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.