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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Can,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.