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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.