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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.