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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.