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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.