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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.