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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.