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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Japan,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.