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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.