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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.