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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Names,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.