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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.