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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Selecter,
Gong,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Quantec,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.