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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.