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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.