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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.