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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Names,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.