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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Scientists,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.