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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.