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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.