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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.