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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.