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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 LL Cool J 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.