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 Libya 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.