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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.