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 India and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.