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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.