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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.