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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.