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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.