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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.