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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.