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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Monks,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.