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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
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.