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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.