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 France and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Television,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.