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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.