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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.