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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.