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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.