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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.