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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.