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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.