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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.