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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.