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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.