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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.