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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
EPMD,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.