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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.