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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.