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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Yaz,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Nas,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
a-ha,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.