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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.