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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.