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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
This Heat,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.