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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Moleskins 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.