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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.