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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Index,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.