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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
the Germs,
JFA,
This Heat,
June of 44,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.