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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Lyres,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.