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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.