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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.