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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.