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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.