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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
ABC,
Quantec,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.