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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
CMW,
Urselle,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.