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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.