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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.