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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.