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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.