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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Nico,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.