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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.