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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.