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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Monks,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.