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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.