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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Move to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.