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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
New Order,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.