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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.