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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.