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 Sudan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Can,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.