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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.