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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.