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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.