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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.