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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Can,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.