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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.