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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.