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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.