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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.