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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.