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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Victims to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
UT,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.