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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.