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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.