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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.