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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.