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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Q65,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.