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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.