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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.