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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.