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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Nico,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.