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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.