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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Albert Ayler 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.