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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.