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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.