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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Radiohead 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.