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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Nas,
Gong,
Brick,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.