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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.