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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.