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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.