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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.