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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.