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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.