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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.