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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.