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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.