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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Ituana,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.