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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.