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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.