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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.