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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Sparks,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.