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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.