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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Television,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.