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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.