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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.