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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.