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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
The Fall,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.