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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Smog,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.