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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.