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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Half Japanese 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.