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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.