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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.