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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Q65,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.