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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.