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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.