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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.