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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.