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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.