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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Index,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.