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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.