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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.