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 Ireland 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.