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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Martian,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.