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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.