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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.