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 Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.