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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Organ,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.