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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.